Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2010 16:45:28 +1000
From: The Pin
Subject: Park views Part 26
I suppose it is something that all young girls go through, that thing with
ballet and it certainly does no harm for those who persevere long enough at
least acquire basic deportment and it shows. Others, the very, very few of
course may go on to appear as stage identities but that aside, there is
much to be said for a youngster that learns to carry herself in a certain
way and walk without a slouch. So, when my little blond angel nestled up
and confided that she wanted to attend ballet at the local academy - with
friends Julie, Fiona, Irene and well, the whole gang...of course - I had
absolutely no objection and the fee seemed reasonable. "There" I thought
to myself, good wholesome aerobics probably thrown in, and if they only
stick to it for six months or so, no harm done and plenty of benefit too?
Of course it wasn't that simple, there were the inevitable overheads,
leotards, tutus, shoes...so here Irene's Mum came very much into her own.
I had already noted her lithe trim figure and "yes" prior to injury she'd
actually been doing pretty well...and she still had contacts, suppliers who
would discount. So, I was more than happy to see my daughter and the rest
of her coven disappear with the red head's Mum. And thought no more of it,
oh of course there were the little bodies everywhere, leotard clad and
frowningly zealous but I knew it wouldn't last. But it did last, and so it
was that I entered the sun room one Saturday afternoon prepared to relax
with the paper to find it occupied. Nevertheless, I sat and tried to
concentrate, absently I glance up, it was my daughter on her own for a
change and she was doing exercises....it looked like serious stuff and she
was concentrating - hard. This in itself caught me by surprise but now I
began to take notice, those leotards or tights, whatever they were, they
hugged her slim figure to perfection, I'd never really appreciated how
long, slim and straight her legs were either, sure I'd run hands along them
and revelled in the silky smooth skin but, well, here she was presenting as
some pubescent elf, blond tresses bunched up and neck gracefully arched. I
became engrossed, and her movements, stumbling occasionally but wow! After
a while the penny dropped, it wasn't so much a warm up routine any longer
but the poses had become more studied, deliberate. I caught her glance and
knew, she was performing to an audience - me.
As the girl gyrated and stretched, she'd lean back, drawing thin already
tight material across her chest, and I could see them - the nipples jutting
out from barely discernable mounds. She caught the direction of my gaze
and of course it only encouraged her, though what followed was even worse,
she began to rehearse the scissors, for flipping down to the floor with
feet pointing at me slowly she parted those long slim legs, wider and
wider, again the material stretched until...oh God...there it was. Not
content she'd place hands beneath hips and lift, as well as stretch. I was
hypnotised, roused by her voice I heard
"See Dad, I'm starting to get there in little bits, what do you think?
Reckon I can go wider?"
She had my full attention by now of course, so I watched as amazingly, the
legs parted further, now they were at 180 degrees and what she had, well it
was all too visible and the lovely child was eagerly displaying it.
Finally she was on her feet again then turning away, she looked back at me
with a smirk
"Poor Dad, I bet that's been too much for you! Never mind, I'll make it
up, here..."
I watched as deftly she crossed her arms then pulled, down came the top and
slid lower to expose buttocks. Still with her back to me, she sat and ever
so careful, began to roll the material down over her legs. Once finished
and divested of clothing she sat there, still with her back to me, then
again turning her head, with a mischievous grin asked
"How'd you like to see me try out...like this then?"
I mumbled something incoherently, this wasn't expected at all, I'd planned
on us sharing a bed that night but, not this....my lithe 12 year old,
giving a private performance. On her feet once more, my daughter slowly
turned towards me, elegant, slender and budding gloriously, she posed and
then the routine began, similar to previously but this time, I could drink
in her loveliness and now I could see the blushing pink of her jutting
nipples as she arched her back! Inevitably, we came to the scissors
routine, this time I nearly rose from my chair as she spread herself, her
loveliness was all too obvious for as the legs parted wider and wider,
first there was the smooth puffy little mound, then the gleam of pink as
lips parted as she stretched, I was craning my neck to see now. I don't
know how she managed it but with hips raised and legs spread wide, she
brought up one hand and
"Watch this Dad, what do you think?"
She softly began to finger herself, as she did so I listened
"You know Dad, I like being watched by you, when I'm doing things...even if
I've got my clothes on and this is best of all...because I know you like
watching me too, now I'm going to do something for both of us..."
So saying she gracefully gathered herself and as if uncoiling stood proudly
upright and naked before me before turning and elegantly skipping toward
the mantel piece. Once there, the little blond paused, crooked a leg, then
pointed with it and suddenly, there she was, on one leg and with the other,
high up there upon the ledge, straight as a die. I was impressed of course
but above all, my attention was riveted between her thighs. In this
position her pussy seemed somehow accentuated and God, did she look
available? She'd been watching my reaction of course, what she saw must
have satisfied her for gently smiling she called out
"Here Dad, what are you waiting for?"
Eagerly I rushed over, arm around her waist in case support was needed and
together, we began working on the possibilities. It wasn't long before I
held the little beauty and eased between those glorious legs I began making
long, long love to my daughter.
"If this is fun Dad, I wonder, I wonder what it would be like ...with the
others...but I want to do everything with you by myself first 'cause I'm
Daddy's girl - aren't I?"
I nodded carefully and not wanting to upset the balance I squeezed her
slender waist and steadied myself. Already, we could hear the sounds of an
excited little pussy as its eager visitor slid in and out, in and out...It
would be a long session I thought, and then tonight....more gymnastics?